Guest Writer: Jessica Scarlett (Anne Boleyn)
Queen Anne Tudor: ~My stomach turned in great anguish. I had heard some horrific rumours. My lord and husband has been with another woman. I have heard the whore was beautiful. She had golden hair like the sun and skin like a creamy white dove. It makes me ill to think of it. How could the King treat me as thus?!!! I am with child! My mind was fixated on how I had been wronged. I would not have it. I put on my royal purple gown that accentuated my growing belly and my wonderful breasts. My dark hair hung freely and I was adorned in golds, rubies, pearls, and amethyst. I headed down to the King’s private quarters. I called on him from time-to-time. I was not to move around too much, but I had to speak with him and ask him why he wronged me. My ladies attended me and I walked slowly to his chambers. I prayed for the right words and strenght. Yet, I could feel my temper rising. I took a deep breath and arrived at his chambers.
King Henry Tudor: Sitting by the fire in my study I hear a guard announce ”Your Majesty, the Queen.” He taps the ground with his flag stick 3 times. A signal he uses to let me know the mood of my visitor. She is distraught. He blocks her entry awaiting my command. I have had need for this of late. The lady Eliza has been by me often at night. I hold my hand up to the guard and close my eyes and begin to pray, ”Dear Lord, let it not be my son. I beg you by all the Saints before me. I will honor your word Father, Amen.” I motion to the guard to now allow her entry. I walk to her, place one arm around her waist and begin to guide her to a chair. I kiss her cheek, she is so beautiful. There is a darkness in her eyes this night that I find most mysterious. I have not seen this in her for quite some time. Not since my sister Catharine of Aragon was still at court. ”What is it that brings you to my chambers this time of night?” I begin to try and settle her into a chair.
Queen Anne Tudor: ~I sigh as I enter. My eyes feel like they are burning daggers into my husband. He still looks so handsome and I do want to kiss him most passionately, but my anger is growing. He is so nonchalant. I feel my body tighten as he takes ahold of me. He speaks to me sweetly, but I stare for a moment. ”I came at this hour because I had to speak with you and ask you something….” My voice trailed off, but there was a sense of urgency in it. I bit my lip hard and tried to steady my voice, but I know I shall explode.
King Henry Tudor: Her eyes grow darker. Something I have never seen in another. It is that dark fire that burns in her eyes that has made me mad for her. If not for the my son’s safety I would take her now. Her words startle me. ”It is not my boy, is it?” I lead her to sit and lock my eyes in hers. Demanding I say ”Anne, answer me.”
Queen Anne Tudor: ~I stare at him again. My eyes widening and I can feel no happiness in them. I am hurt and angry. My breathing quickens and I gently rub my stomach on instinct. He questions me, as if he has done no wrong. ”It is NOT your son,” I share rather firmly, ”It is that you intend to fill another woman with your child too…” My voice becomes harsh and I glare at him. He looks startled. ~
King Henry Tudor: I try to repress anger that rises. ”You declare him to be yours only?” I say dismissing the accusal she thrust upon me. She knows nothing of my private matters. ”He is mine, as is everything else in mine realm. You are to never speak such blasphemy again Anne.” I begin to feel heat rising at such an accusation. Never-mind a whore she claims I have bedded. ”MY SON will be the KING OF ENGLAND. Now calm yourself.”
Queen Anne Tudor: ~I feel my temper rising. His words are unkind and he is harsh. ”Do not deny how you have mistreated me! You have bedding a whore and saw me very little. I am YOUR Queen and carrying your son! How could you do this to me??? DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?” I am furious. I am screaming now.
King Henry Tudor: ”Anne you will calm yourself at once! It is most unhealthy for you to act as this.” I kneel before her and take her hands into mine. ”You mean everything to me Anne. You and our son.” I say genuinely with effort to comfort her. ”Any other means nothing to my heart. You are my heart.”
Queen Anne Tudor: ~I pull my hand away with out thinking. ”If your words are true, why do you chose to humiliate me? What have I done to deserve such mistreatment!!! You sleep with some fair-haired whore and expect me to accept it??? I am your TRUE wife and Queen. I deserve better than my husband violating a harlot!” I scream at Henry, so wanting to strike him. I stand up. ”You hurt me unjustly!!!”~
King Henry Tudor: I take her by her wrist and hold them together. She is acting irrational. ”You will calm yourself, shut your eyes and act as the betters before you have. Do you think you are better than them? You are mistaken. I am your King, you have my SON IN YOUR BELLY.” Feeling the anger pulsing I shake my head and close my eyes for I need to think of my boy. ”I hurt you not Anne for you are with child and I am still the King. It is my right to take whom ever I bid whenever I bid. MIND YOURSELF!” I throw her wrist at her.
Queen Anne Tudor: ”You are MY husband!” I cry out, ”You know how much I love you! This upset me beyond belief….” I shriek, ”Can you not understand that???!!!! Henry………..”
King Henry Tudor: ”I understand that it is time I bid you good night.” I motion for the guard to move and call for her maids to attend her. I look to one of them. ”Care for her and see that she rest more than worry as she is now.” I turn to Anne and lean in to her ”Your place in your bed, see that you stay there.”
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